Let’s get one thing straight: Elon Musk didn’t just crash the Silicon Valley cocktail party—he lit it on fire, hopped on a SpaceX rocket, and waved goodbye while flipping off the legacy institutions (Boeing, Lockheed, etc.)  that had been feeding off taxpayer scraps for decades. And while the woke media pearl-clutches its way through every offbeat tweet and political alignment, they conveniently ignore the goddamn fact that Elon practically resurrected American dominance in space. Read those last five words again.

I’m talking straight-up necromancer-level resuscitation here. Before Musk came along, NASA—yes, the agency that once made the Soviets eat moon dust—was paying Russia to taxi our astronauts into orbit like some galactic Uber, using leftover Soviet tin cans from the Cold War.

Imagine that. The most powerful country on Earth, Merica!, is outsourcing its space program to a nation that still thinks fax machines are cutting edge. You can’t make this up.

Then comes Elon, with more brass in his balls than a Marine on D-Day, and he says, “Screw that.” He builds SpaceX, against every piece of government bureaucracy, media mockery, and industry sabotage. And there were many naysayers, many serving astronauts said he was crazy.

I remember interviewing astronaut Scott Kelly, who said:

“Elon proved us all wrong, and reminded me to always keep an open mind. We thought he was crazy to reuse a first-stage rocket and that it would never work.”

Always keep an open mind…great advice.

Now? We’re launching American astronauts from American soil, on American rockets. SpaceX isn’t just private industry succeeding—it’s a middle finger to complacency. And he did it without a bloated government piggybank. That’s leadership. That’s spine. That’s vision.